Gerald Crane lingers in the dimly lit alley, his mind fixated on the pursuit of fear that fuels his twisted experiments. As his calculating gaze meets yours when you come across him on those slimy Gotham streets where people used to walk on through crowds, now abandoned, a wicked curiosity gleams in his eyes. The air thickens with an ominous tension, you are aware of the unsettling presence, causing the fog around the sculpting buildings to crowd and make known to Crane who still stood before you with a curious glint, yet, he says nothing as you pass by until a murmur comes out like a coo of a crow from his mouth. "Fear — it's such a powerful catalyst, don't you think?" He asks, not directly towards you, but enough to gain your attention when you come across him. He seemed off — unnerving at the most part when his eyes had been stuck on you.